Gaieties and Gravities: A Series of Essays, Comic Tales, and Fugitive Vagaries. Now First Collected, Volumen3H. Colburn, 1825 - 353 páginas |
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... France , however poor in other respects , leaves not a single niche unoccupied in what may be termed her national Temple of polished Libertinism : VOL . III . B while England , so superior to her rival in all CONJUGALISM, or the Art of ...
... France , however poor in other respects , leaves not a single niche unoccupied in what may be termed her national Temple of polished Libertinism : VOL . III . B while England , so superior to her rival in all CONJUGALISM, or the Art of ...
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... France to punish the injuries done to the Duke de Vendôme . " The good folks of France repeat this trait of magnanimity without dreaming that the words were originally uttered by a Roman Emperor under some- what similar circumstances ...
... France to punish the injuries done to the Duke de Vendôme . " The good folks of France repeat this trait of magnanimity without dreaming that the words were originally uttered by a Roman Emperor under some- what similar circumstances ...
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... France to punish the injuries done to the Duke de Vendôme . " The good folks of France repeat this trait of magnanimity without dreaming that the words were originally uttered by a Roman Emperor under some- what similar circumstances ...
... France to punish the injuries done to the Duke de Vendôme . " The good folks of France repeat this trait of magnanimity without dreaming that the words were originally uttered by a Roman Emperor under some- what similar circumstances ...
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... France , will accuse him upon the first line , or acquit him upon the second . ! FIRST LETTER TO THE ROYAL LITERARY SOCIETY . " Our court shall be a little academy . " - SHAKSPEARE . " Doctor , I want you to mend my cacology . " - Heir ...
... France , will accuse him upon the first line , or acquit him upon the second . ! FIRST LETTER TO THE ROYAL LITERARY SOCIETY . " Our court shall be a little academy . " - SHAKSPEARE . " Doctor , I want you to mend my cacology . " - Heir ...
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... France , ( where literature had been notoriously stationary or retrograde from the period of its establishment ) , I could not resist the force of this double argument , and am now not only convinced that it is necessary to give to our ...
... France , ( where literature had been notoriously stationary or retrograde from the period of its establishment ) , I could not resist the force of this double argument , and am now not only convinced that it is necessary to give to our ...
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Página 108 - Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further.
Página 162 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Página 188 - Nor skill'd nor studious, higher argument Remains; sufficient of itself to raise That name, unless an age too late, or cold Climate, or years, damp my intended wing Depress'd; and much they may, if all be mine, Not hers, who brings it nightly to my ear.
Página 68 - Would I were dead! if God's good will were so; For what is in this world but grief and woe? O God! methinks, it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point...
Página 240 - Here Cumberland lies, having acted his parts, The Terence of England, the mender of hearts: A flattering painter, who made it his care To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are.
Página 134 - Yes, every poet is a fool; By demonstration Ned can show it; Happy could Ned's inverted rule Prove every fool to be a poet.
Página 126 - He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, 70 And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye. This is a practice As full of labour as a wise man's art: For folly that he wisely shows is fit; But wise men, folly-fall'n, quite taint their wit.
Página 187 - Memory and her siren daughters, but by devout prayer to that eternal Spirit, who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim, with the hallowed fire of his altar, to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases.
Página 188 - Wars, hitherto the only argument Heroic deem'd ; chief mastery to dissect, With long and tedious havoc, fabled knights, In battles feign'd ; the better fortitude Of patience and heroic martyrdom Unsung ; or to describe races and games, Or tilting furniture, emblazon'd shields, Impresses quaint, caparisons and steeds, Bases and tinsel trappings, gorgeous knights At joust and tournament ; then marshall'd feast Served up in hall with sewers and seneschals; The skill of artifice or office mean, Not that...
Página 326 - Twixt soul and body a divorce, It could not sunder man and wife, 'Cause they both lived but one life. Peace, good Reader, do not weep. Peace, the lovers are asleep. They, sweet turtles, folded lie In the last knot Love could tie.